"Yes, in a minute, mommy" Simon squeaked back to his mother. He ran towards the door and pushed himself against it. He was desperate that she wasn't going to open up and see him like this.
"What are you doing in there Simon? You'll be late for school."
"Just getting ready for school. I'll be out in a second."
"Don't be late."
For the first time ever, Simon felt a strain of irritation towards his mom. Who was she to tell him not to be late? If he wanted to he could be he as late as he damned pleased. Then he stopped himself. "Why am I thinking like that. She's my mother, and I'm 16 years old. She has every right to tell me what to do. "
Simon caught a glimpse of himself in his mirror, pushed up against the door. Thick bulging arm and chest muscles, a tight thin waist and 8-pack and a thick defined neck. Round off his perfect body was the almost perfect features of his beautiful face. He truly had been transformed into a remarkable specimen. Yes, he was ashamed and disgusted of what he had become but at the same time he couldn't help giving a sly, slightly leering smile as he admired at what he become. Then he caught himself giving the cocky smile. "What am I doing? There's nothing great about how I look now. This isn't me. I despise people who look like this, and are so into their looks."
"Simon, are you ready yet?" His mother was downstairs, calling to him. Simon had to get out of here. He couldn't let his mother see him like this. The only possible thing to do was to find the guys who did this to him and make them change him back. Simon didn't even feel the same trepidation and nervousness to the jocks anymore. Maybe he was so caught up in his desire to change himself back, or maybe, unaware of the fact, Simon's mind was being transformed so that he was no longer afraid of the big bullies.
"I need to get out of here. But shit! I can't walk around like this, in only a pair of boxers."
Simon took another admiring look at himself in the mirror. Maybe there is't anything wrong with walking round like this after all? he thought. No one's going to get offended by such a beautiful body as mine. Maybe some of the girls will actually give me a second glance like this.
Then Simon came to his senses, again. "What am I saying? I look horrible and manly. I only want a girl who can appreciate my intelligent mind, not one who's only interested in some large muscles. I've got to get some clothes and get out of here. I'm going to make those fucking dumbass's regret they ever messed around with me."
But all Simon's old clothes were too big for him now. The only thing he could find to wear was the tracksuit and vest-top that Paul-the-jock had left him the afternoon before. Then, it had been baggy and unsuitably fitted to his awkward frame. But with Simon's now-perfect body, it fitted perfectly. Showing off his muscular arms and chest. The tracksuit bottoms were also a snug fit and gave the impression that he was a dumb, lower-class, muscleboy; interested in showing off his body and his sports label clothes.
"Fuck, I look like an idiot" He exclaimed to himself, in a voice that was getting deeper and more manly all the time. "And what the fuck is happening to my voice? It won't stop cracking. It feels like its breaking, finally!"
Downstairs his mother called him one more time, in irritated tones, tired of waiting for her son to come for his breakfast.
"That bitch" exclaimed Simon. "I gotta get outta here, before she see's me like this. She'll fucking whoop my ass if she sees how I'm lookin' and speakin'."
And with that he was out of his window and on his way to school. He needed to find Marc and Paul and the rest of the jocks. He had to get them to change him back. He couldn't stay like this for much longer, could he?